Chapter 592: Chapter 592: Six Fingers
As he spoke, the Six-fingered Ghost had already deceived himself, arriving before Yang Tian.
Just as ghosts are drawn to corpses, they yearn to kill like zombies. But the difference is, while zombies crave the blood of strangers, ghosts hunger for robust infants!
For only ingots can nourish their bodies and allow their fragmented souls to travel farther and grow stronger!
Especially ghosts who adore the Six-fingered Zither—after being sealed for so many years, who knows how long it’s been since they’ve absorbed a strong Primordial Spirit?
Looking at Yang Tian standing before him, his eyes immediately reddened, his face turned savage and bloodthirsty. He sneered and said, "An ant... your child belongs to me."
As he said this, the Six-fingered Ghost extended his abnormal six-fingered hand and stabbed into Yang Tian’s abdomen.
"Ah!"
Witnessing this scene, the young girl dressed in blue immediately covered her eyes, sighing inwardly: "It’s over. He’s finished. Earlier, I told him not to come, but he wouldn’t listen. Now it’s all over... but the master is still in his pocket!"
Clang...
As the Six-fingered Demon King continued strumming the hair-thin strings of his zither, all the melodies were both gentle and captivating, seeping into the ears of the young girl in blue, making her complexion change dramatically!
There was no other reason!
The girl in blue was one of the few "women" who knew this melody: it was the famed Broken Soul Music, which the Six-fingered Demon King used as his deadly signature special skill!
Merely hearing the name of the song alone brings to mind its horrifying effects!
The Six-fingered Demon had immersed himself in the art of the zither, and his most formidable weapon was always his melodic assault.
His zither melodies appeared slow and tender, enchanting hearts—but in truth, their murderous intent lay deeply concealed, often killing without a trace!
For instance, there was no shortage of Immortals from the Upper Realm in the Zither World. Yet countless such Immortals had fallen to his melody’s relentless destruction, enabling the Six-fingered Demon to reign supreme and ascend unhindered to the Immortal Realm!
And this Broken Soul Music was precisely an embodiment of his magic power, infusing potent Immortal energy directly into the rhythm.
Those who heard the music would be entranced by its beauty, only to have their spirits crushed and die instantly!
In the beginning, few "women" in blue clothing, such as the girl, had experienced this—when the rainbow first appeared, the Six-fingered Demon King had suppressed many resilient beings with this melody, nearly claiming the Rainbow Demon King in the blue waters!
Yet, before the girl in blue could recount more of these details, the melody suddenly entered her ears. Growing louder by the moment, it immediately pinned her down!
Clearly, because Yang Tian somehow blocked the sound attack, matching it with the "immortal" physical defenses of his own formidable body, the Six-fingered Demon no longer viewed him as a mere ant of the Lower Realm. He didn’t want the blue-robed girl to expose too much of this melody’s secrets!
"Child, ever since Qin Yin mastered this profound art, the sound has dominated countless battles. Do you know how many strong beings have bowed before my Broken Soul Music? You, a mere ant capable of hearing this melody—you should count yourself lucky!"
Seeing the blue-robed girl pinned down while Yang Tian remained unharmed, the Six-fingered Ghost’s malicious expression only grew fiercer. His yearning for Yang Tian’s Primordial Spirit intensified, prompting him to laugh coldly.
But Yang Tian, standing firm, appeared unmoved by the zither’s sound. He merely smiled faintly and said, "Every realm has solitary souls worth discussing once."
"You think you’re a solitary soul?"
The Six-fingered Mage, hearing this, instantly erupted in fury!
For he understood that Yang Tian’s words plainly meant he was no solitary soul himself, but a mere rotting shell. He wasn’t the original Six-fingered Demon King—and he never had been!
Yet even enraged, the Six-fingered Violin Demon King sneered and spat back: "A lowly ant that stumbled upon some fortune—you dare claim to know anything? A mere insect will always remain an insect! Let me show you today what a true Immortal is!"
As he spoke, the Six-fingered Demon King’s twelve fingers danced faster across the stone zither, creating an increasingly urgent melody—a musical tempest surging toward Yang Tian!
The surrounding environment reflected the zither’s escalating intensity, collapsing under its destructive force.
Mountains crumbled, trees snapped, earth split apart, and heavens darkened in "color"!
If anyone had witnessed this scene, they would’ve been astounded beyond words. Every note of the Six-fingered Killing Melody was potent enough to vanquish a strong warrior during the tribulation phase.
For instance, under the zither’s devastating sound, even half a moment’s exposure could obliterate the soul completely.
"Unbelievable... it’s stronger than ever before?! How could this be?"
The blue-robed girl, though imprisoned by the music’s grip, was still able to see and hear clearly.
Listening to such melodies, beholding such devastation—she, as a knowledgeable wielder of Fairy Weapons, involuntarily drew a sharp breath!
Even she couldn’t help but think: if she’d been born earlier, and the Six-fingered Demon King had unleashed melodies of this magnitude, those strong beings would’ve fallen instantly!
As these thoughts dawned upon her, she gazed at Yang Tian, unable to fathom how he could endure such overwhelming force!
For this was no tangible energy attack but an invisible "spiritual" assault. Even if Yang Tian possessed physical defenses akin to a Devil’s Golden Body, he’d still struggle against it.
Collapse!
Though Yang Tian remained standing tall, he had already engaged the Six-fingered Demon King in battle.
His black "colored" long shirt billowed without wind—a testament to the raging forces surging around him.
"Who is that?"
Furious at seeing his prized silver needles shatter and scatter on the ground, the magical Six-fingered Zither Demon stared incredulously at Yang Tian.
Behind Yang Tian’s seemingly unguarded body, an immensely towering shadow sat cross-legged, its frosty gaze fixed upon him!
The phantom wore dark robes and hair, identical to Yang Tian’s face.
The sole difference was that the shadow sat there motionlessly, radiating immense pressure!
A pressure stemming from a Superior—a pressure emanating from the Lower Realm—a pressure akin to a titan—and yet to an ant!
"What... what is this?"
Feeling the oppressive weight, the Six-fingered Violin Demon King grunted in horror.
No matter how hard he tried to unravel the mystery, he couldn’t discern the shadow’s nature.
Yang Tian’s magic power?
Spirit magic?
An illusion?
Yet even so, how could it impose such overwhelming pressure on him?
More importantly, how had it broken the silver needles he had always prided himself on?
Could it mean that this ant of the Lower Realm—Yang Tian—had already transcended into a being greater than an Immortal?
"Impossible! It must be luck! Haha, but luck doesn’t last forever. Next time, your child won’t share such fortune!"
Buzzing with wrath, the Six-fingered Demon King flicked his fingers again, sending all the zither’s strings flying off its surface. Transformed into countless silver needles, they ’shot’ toward Yang Tian, each needle humming a sharper, deadlier tune of Broken Soul Music than before!
Yet as these silver needles approached Yang Tian, the shadow behind him merely lifted its head slightly. And in that fleeting motion, the silver needles—laden with the Six-fingered Demon King’s formidable power—all disintegrated mid-air, falling to the ground as broken strands of hair.